January 2010
“Everybody has a secret inside of them, all of the people of the world, I mean...”
– Neil Gaiman (via believemeapollo) (via fuckyeahgaiman) (via chingaholic) (via themorninglight)
“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they...”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via itchycosmicpocket)
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i love word repititions in a weary, dying voice...
me: mommy, water. please please please. I'm sick.
mother: ito.
me: baso? walang baso. wala akong baso dito.
mother: *points to the giant tumblr in front of the pc* ano yan?
me: wala. wala yan mommy. butas. butas yan.buas..butas..butas...
mother: nagva-valiums ka nanaman ba?!
me: *straightface*
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I'll love you in the morning, when you're still...
katherinelabs:
jorgiastar:
roycorduboy:arramarcaida:catastrophicc:
My “get up, just go crazy singing and...
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I don't know what it's like
to call relatives tito and tita
or to call people I meet ate and kuya.
They made me believe it’s pathetic.
I chose to believe it rather sweet.
There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.
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Dysmenorrhea:
Satan’s way of saying “Congratulations! You’re not pregnant after all!”
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crisis, krisis, potato krispies.
Scenario: DVD marathon over a friend’s house (whose entertainment room got successfully destroyed by Ondoy and still haven’t gotten back to how it used to be.)
I, will bring my stereo over. it’s a bit big, but a little help will do. afterall, her house is approximately 15 steps away from ours. (yes, for 18 years of friendship between us, I ought to know that fact.)
Her...
in one of my drawers
is a picture of you.
it isn’t colored and it’s not of ink.
it’s of charcoal on paper with spilled coffee to drink.
I love prank calls.
val: *answers phone* hello?
me: yes ma'am, this is a maintenance check for PLDT checking if your connection is well?
val: yes. uhhm, yes it's working just fine for us.
me: shet ka. ako to!
val: *whispers huh?* ay shet
me: ba't di mo napansin?.
val: hello. as always riot nanaman ang background sound mo sa kwarto kaya malabo boses mo.
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when people make me guess good news
I start off with.. “new car? new house?”
then they go, “nothing materialistic…”
then I go.. “A STORK DROPPED A BABY ON YOUR FRONT PORCH?”
and they sometimes go…”close.”
then I go gaga.
Baby news drive me nuts. I love pregnant women. ;p haha!
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with love. :)
I showed my mother a photo of this guy I like…
She was about to comment about the way he looks and I had to cover her mouth and scream “DON’T JUDGE HIM MOTHERRRRRRR”.
AI
Kara and Katy bitching around each other= DIVINE.
Torrent downloaded films in Super HD.
It’s like…
Christmas at the beach! XP
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how do you contain this OCD?!
I have this friend I met in rehab almost one year ago.
She was like…my best fucking friend there.
I CAN’T REACH HER.
I lost the numbers to the rehab we were in.
I lost her contact details.
She’s not in any social sites as she’s prolly still in rehab or already back to managing her own business.
I don’t know if she’s out yet.
My last hope in reaching her...
the two poles musn't be triggered.
ergo, the halt of rehab movie watching.
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“Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons...”
– Sheldon Cooper (via ninyasanmig)
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I want to go back to rehab
they all said: NO, NO, NO, NO.
Basorexia
(via absilog)
*copy, and paste on dictionary dot com*
now I know. I have a bad case of it, too.
one more question and pasok ka na sa bonus round!
junkyardkid:
demi-god-of-blahs:
mother: ano yan? me: anong ano yan? mother: tugtog mo? me:tugtog ko? mother: oo, ano yan? me: ah, habanera. mother: habanera? me: oo. mother: bakit? me: anong bakit? mother: ba’t mo pinapakinggan opera? me: bakit ba?! #$@^&%^*(&^$&U#^$% *goes insane*
LMAO I was listening to Damien Rice’s Amie and towards the end there’s a violin solo. My...